Roark's Journal
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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Date: ??:??/ Location: Between the worlds/ Name: Roark Bloodriver
"I have no idea how long I've been wondering the divide between worlds, but I think it was 2 years since my home was gone... Home....
No time for mourning! Anyway, I've lost so much and gained some....I've lost home, lost friends, lost maybe my life and this is punishment...It'd fit, a murderer who would not be out of place in a war, trapped in limbo...no one around but myself, I have to keep myself busy so I'm keeping a journal, I don't know why I am bothering as I seem to be the only one, but I will tell my tale, I'll start at the beginning...
I am Roark Bloodriver, I was known as the North Wind Barbarian...The most vicious of the Bloodriver clan, a dreaded villain in the Rogue Isles and Paragon turned...well neutral in the end I guess. And my story if you care to hear it will be long so wherever you are, get cozy."
The Beginning/ Date: 800-824 A.D./ Location: Between Germany and France/ Name: Mischling *As my father called me at one point*
"I remember some moments of my life before the jump...I remember warmth and screams, my own and who I know was my Mother. I remember a black hand pushing me back, I was confused at the time, both on why it was pushing me and why it stopped...
I remember my mother's face and the face of a monster, a dark figure, the same that pushed me back, I remember him reaching and grabbing me, dragging me away from my mother's home...I remember the taste of bitter meat, rotted fruit, and a drink that smelled simultaneously good and bad...
I remember two things being shoved into my hand, their weight, and the screams as I swung the stick at what was in front, the screams of a boy who couldn't have been more than my age...I remember being set into a group with others, I had more understanding and grew somewhat accustomed to the weights on my hands and a faint knowing of their names, 'axe' and 'shield', the sensation of splinters as I clenched both tight seeing a set of grass move forward, the gleam of silver and the shouts from the green group, the cries of mine as we charged at the orders of the dark figure...I remember the feeling of cold comfort, the screams of the green creature, and the feeling of nausea, feeling the weight of weapons on my arms and the feeling of a body landing on me, no movement, no action...No idea of how I lived as I was gripped in two unknown emotions, I was shaking and at the same time I wanted to send more to the floor, to make them stop moving...
I remember being chased out of the warm home and into the cold, my own clansmen hunting me for what the figure...No, my father, called, 'a Trial of Manhood'. A cold month using nothing more than the scant supplies given and any creature I gutted for warmth. Then I remember again, the feeling of pain, dull yet very pronounced, a taller man shouting at me with curses and profanities. I remember barely being able to stand afterwards, another trial I was told and I had passed it...It went on for a while, then the worst of the memories emerged...My mother, being slain in front of me by my father, the warriors holding me back!
I knew then, the feeling of sorrow, and the feeling of pure hatred...
I remember a Necromancer, he had been destroying clans and bringing them back to life as his slaves, he came to fight us and did not expect our onslaught, he fell and with him his abominations...I remember standing over my brother's broken corpse, panting and holding a bloodied axe, his eyes normal again...The coward tried to take him but I ended both of them in the process...Then I remember being on my knees while HE yelled at me, he glared deep and with a sound of disgust, he said to me, "You are no longer of our clan...I RENOUNCE YOU!" Then the feeling of pain, seeing one of my eyes in his hand, I remember tears and burning, running from the clan and into the wilderness, a vengeful vow made.
I remember returning, after many conquests of both undead and Orc, my shouts to challenge father, a bloody fight...I remember...
Seeing his fallen body, feeling the blood on me and the wounds dealt, I go to swing and...Fate had different plans..."
The Arrival/ Date: ?/?/2010/ Name: The North Wind Barbarian.
"That first day in the Rogue Isles, how do I describe it...Arrival was sudden to say the least, after I had gotten over my initial battle high, I regained my senses and found that everything was unfamiliar, but I was scooped up by some people in black, not like my father but as I now know to be in armor, they called themselves Arachnos...And while the man in charge gave his offer, I saw what very well could have been untouched women waiting about at a sewer entrance, I had lost focus until I hear a clearing of the throat...
I had asked who they were, and the man had said for me to talk to them personally, get to know them as they are, and lets just say I was glad I didn't make the assumption that they couldn't fight, I later learned they were of what I now knew as a 'Fashion/Modeling company'...I dare not speak its name or of what was said, revealed, and done behind the doors of the company building, but what I can say is that I became a security guard, my talents in the strength department assured my position as a 'protector'...Though looking at them later on and their abilities, I wondered what I could have done to protect other than not let unauthorized people into the building and looking at cameras.
I had thought to learn and learn I did...It took me up until later in the next morning but I could properly speak instead of just using improper English.
Then I met the people who would be known as my friends, Burana and Belabor, I dunno if Key was there at the time but I grew to know all three later, and eventually understand the meaning of friendship, a warm feeling really.
I met their leader, Eon and got into 2 fights with him, the first was one on one and I floored him in the first punch, guessing he was holding back a lot, the second was a 3 person melee, me, Eon, and who I would know as Eso, it was chaos but I still dropped both of them, wasn't easy though...All in all, I was able to get past some of the awkwardness of those first few days in more ways than one, booze, friends, and well I'll leave out that last bit, leave it up to imagination as it were."
The Trappings of Fate or How I learned to not take Everything for Granted./ Date: Various days, far too many to count./ Location: The Rogue Isles, Paragon City, Cimerora, and Praetoria for a small time./ Names: Roark, Rourke, Smokey, Monster, The Brutal Warlike North Wind Barbarian.
-Work in Progress-
